Saturday, July 31, was the last good day to harvest the wheat before the rain set in as of Sunday. On our drive to Zeilitzheim, we saw so many fields with combines leaving a trail of dust.
Where I grew up, in a small Franconian village called Hambach, only two or three of the biggest farmers had a combine. For the harvest, my father used to rent his from the neighbor.
We must have seen at least a dozen combines raking the land during our drive on this two-mile stretch between villages.
Rural Germany is very nice during this time a year. There are golden wheat fields, yellow sunflower fields, and fields with green stalks of corn (the corn has not done so well this year due to lack of rain, yields are down by 1/5).
When I was a kid, I sometimes got teased about my last name being Drescher (thresher) during that time of year. ” Da kommt die Mähdrescher!” Silly things we sometimes remember.